The next morning.
Wen Zhiyan opened the door and looked at the staff outside, surprised. "You're here so early."
Yang Huanyang nodded, "Hello, I'm the associate director for this variety show. You can call me Xiao Yang if you don't mind." Kuai Shu Ge
"Hello Director Yang, may I ask if this is filming or live streaming?"
"It's live streaming. Director Chen plans for the preview to be live streamed too, split into four days, one family per day."
Wen Zhiyan nodded and stepped aside, "Please come in, but be a bit quieter, Miaomiao is still sleeping."
Yang Huanyang glanced at the live stream, "Master Wen, could you say hello to everyone in the live stream? The audience thinks your voice is nice and wants to hear you speak."
"You don't need to call me 'Master', just call me by my name," Wen Zhiyan said, looking at the camera. "Hello everyone, I am Miaomiao's lover, my name is Wen Zhiyan."
[Ahhh, how can this person be so handsome, and speak so gently? They are truly a match made in heaven with our Miaomiao.]
[Also, did you hear his introduction? He introduced himself as Miaomiao's lover first, then his name. He put Miaomiao first, oh my god, I'm shipping it, shipping it.]
"Can we go to other rooms?"
"Miaomiao is still sleeping. Our bedroom might not be suitable. As for An An's bedroom, you'll have to ask him."
Yang Huanyang nodded.
"Then please, make yourselves at home. I'm going to the kitchen."
Yang Huanyang quickly signaled for the camera to follow.
The first thing that entered the screen was a pair of long, straight legs, followed by Wen Zhiyan working diligently and orderly in the kitchen.
[Who would have thought rich people cook these days? I always thought rich families hired nannies. Well, I guess I was ignorant.]
[I think this is quite good. It's a large flat, so there should be dedicated cleaning staff. The kitchen chores are done by Master Wen and Miaomiao themselves.]
[You say they do it themselves, but maybe it's staged. Although Wen Corporation's reputation has improved, it's still not comparable to before. Who knows if they're trying to promote Wen Corporation?]
[Verdict: The person upstairs is sick. Look at Wen Zhiyan's movements, it's impossible to say it's staged. His actions are so practiced. This level of proficiency means he's completely used to it.]
"Good morning, Dad. Good morning, everyone. Good morning, Uncle Yang."
Yang Huanyang saw the adorable little An An in overalls and a white jacket and quickly greeted him, "An An, you still remember Uncle Yang?"
"I remember," Wen Yan'an nodded, "You're Uncle Yang."
"Could you move aside please? The child needs to eat breakfast and go to school."
Yang Huanyang nodded and quickly motioned for the staff to step back.
Wen Zhiyan brought the porridge and noodles to the dining table.
The two ate their breakfast quietly.
Despite not saying a word, the live stream was surprisingly full of envy.
[I really like this atmosphere. My An An, growing up in such an environment, will surely be a warm-hearted boy.]
[Yes, yes, I agree. Even though they're not talking, they give off a very comfortable feeling. I really like this family atmosphere, but my parents always yell at me when they talk, which is really annoying.]
"Dad, I'm done eating."
"So fast today?"
Wen Yan'an nodded, "Dad's cooking is getting better and better."
Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, "Is there anything you want to eat tonight?"
Wen Yan'an thought for a moment, "I want to eat dishes made by Mom."
Wen Zhiyan chuckled, "You have good taste."
Wen Yan'an pouted.
"Alright, go have fun and be fed. Don't expect me to feed you."
Wen Yan'an proudly said, "Dad, you're so big, why are you still afraid of dogs?"
"It's an instinct. Since I'm afraid, I won't challenge my limits. That will only hurt myself, there's no need."
Wen Yan'an nodded as if he understood.
After he finished feeding the dog, Da Chen also knocked on the door.
"Goodbye, Dad. I'm going to school."
"Goodbye."
Wen Zhiyan quietly cleaned up the dining room by himself, then sat on the sofa with his laptop to work.
Until the bedroom door opened.
Before the people in the live stream could react, they saw Wen Zhiyan, who was just diligently working, close his laptop and get up to go to Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao habitually buried herself in Wen Zhiyan's arms.
Immediately after, the live stream audience heard a voice as gentle as water.
"Still sleepy?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head, "Not sleepy anymore."
"I made porridge. Do you want porridge or noodles?"
"I want both."
"Okay, then you sit in the dining room and have porridge. I'll go make you noodles now?"
Fang Miaomiao suddenly thought of something and pulled out of Wen Zhiyan's arms. "Didn't Director Chen say someone would be here for filming today?"
She had finally woken up early for once and wanted to leave a good impression of being diligent and early rising.
"Hmm, what is it?"
Fang Miaomiao stopped talking, because she saw the camera staring directly at her from not far away.
Then, she quietly moved behind Wen Zhiyan, letting him shield her. "Why did they come so quickly? Did they capture all my ugly moments?"
"Not ugly," Wen Zhiyan stroked Fang Miaomiao's head, saying dotingly, "Miaomiao isn't ugly. Besides, what's wrong with Miaomiao sleeping in a bit? Miaomiao can sleep as long as she wants."
"Ahem, well, let's eat."
Fang Miaomiao pretended to be reserved and walked steadily to the dining table.
Wen Zhiyan brought her porridge and then went to the kitchen to make noodles.
[Though, I think this scene is beautiful. It's truly like an old married couple, so envious. I want sweet love too.]
[To the person upstairs, what do you want love for? It's more practical to work hard and make money. Love, if you're lucky, someone will love you and you'll support each other. If you're unlucky, you'll just cause yourself grief. It's better to just focus on making money. Nowadays, money can do anything.]
As Wen Zhiyan brought the noodles out of the kitchen, his phone rang.
He answered the call, and a cold glint flashed across Wen Zhiyan's face.
"What is it?"
"It's Zeng Nian calling."
"Sister Nian?" Fang Miaomiao blinked. "Why is Sister Nian calling so early?"
Wen Zhiyan's tone was calm. "Do you remember what we saw at the entrance of Mingshan yesterday?"
Fang Miaomiao instantly lost her appetite.
"Eat first, then we'll go."
Fang Miaomiao quickly finished her porridge and noodles.
The group got into the car and sped towards Fang Miaomiao's studio.
"Miaomiao, where are we going?"
Fang Miaomiao looked at the camera and smiled sweetly, "To resolve something."
Hearing this, Yang Huanyang couldn't help but shiver. She looked so innocent, but her words didn't sound like she was going to resolve something, but rather to eliminate someone.
Surely, it wouldn't be that scary, right? This was a live stream, Miaomiao would surely consider the audience's psychological well-being, wouldn't she?